Flip flops and painted toes
Lying in the sun and ponytails...
The smell of fresh cut wood,
The sound of the wood chipper working away...
You veils already lifted through your words
A beautiful display of your deeper colour...
Her First Day of School
Written from Mommy for My Little Brandi Jean...
I do hope he'll be ok ,
today is his big day...
I remember once
Was about 10 years old...
Proud to be brown all around
we come from a res not a town...
Walking on the sand of Vancouver's island
seeing fish seeing shells seeing foot prints of...
Standing on the hill of pound-maker first nation
waiting for something to happened...
Pretty eyes pretty lips pretty face
and still i cover it with make up...
Falling down a black whole
screaming shouting...
Call me what ever you want
it wont bug me...